"Shadow, what do you want? Anything you want I'll make sure you get it." Mick s bringing one hand to Hunter's face. He moves to put his arm around her, and she's gratefully to the thought. "Hey, what are we doing tomorrow?" he pulls her closer. "I don't know we could go see a movie?" she bats her eyes. "One of those moving pictures?" she can't not laugh. He pulls her closer and whispers in her ear, " You think your so funny don't you?" he commented and once again she laughs, at the irony.
BANG, BANG, BANG! Hunter wakes up and jumps out of bed and to the bedroom door. Someone better be dieing. She swings the door open to see Derik's psychotic uncle, Peter. "What the fuck, you slam on my door like someone's dieing!" angry she says trying to get a apology. "Do you want to tell me why Derik thinks there's something wrong with you?" He asks as she opens the door, closing her robe, inviting him in. He walks in a couple of steps, arrogant asshole.
"So you want to tell me what he's talking about?" He asks as he watches her, make her bed. "Same thing, it's always about, he doesn't trust me."
"Come on, Shadow he's just watching out for you, like always." he moves closer in hopes of touching her but when she pulls away he sits on the end of the bed. Like you did? She thought sarcastically about how Peter sold her out to the government. "I know he's just trying to help." She sits on the bed next to him. "I know it's not easy, but how about you tell me what your plain is?" He asks trying to get her to open up, and talk to him. She knew him to well, knew not to trust him. Not in your wildest dreams, traitor.
"You've tried to sell me out. You have given me over to the government for exparementation. Killed me for my powers. Killed me for revenge. Why would I ever tell you anything?" she stated as if ready to kick him out. And she was. She never liked or trusted the oldest werewolf in her pack. Infact she only kept him aroumd because he was all her best friend had left for family. Still that did not mean she liked him. Infact she couldnt stand him. May mother have mercy on my soul, cuz I'm gonna kill him someday. She thought.
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A Wolves Cry
WerewolfLife knowing you're the only one of you're kind, and that there will never be another, is bad enough. After six centuries of going through the best and, WORST that life has to offer. The now constant nightmares and incessant hunger are the lest of...
